Breaking Faith

A/N: Merlinus, thanks for the wonderful Star Wars idea. That might well happen. The Cordy, I’m afraid not, by now she’s in her coma or dead in Angel.

Waiting For Service

“Fuccccccccccck! Aaaaah! So gooood! Yessss!” Faith moaned and shrieked, pouty lips open in an incessant scream. The black-haired Slayer was tied naked and spread-eagled to the kitchen table, silken scarves holding her limbs to the table’s legs. Her body shining with sweat, the curvy temptress writhed helplessly, firm butt bouncing up and down, slapping against the wooden surface, ample jugs jiggling, sweat droplets springing from them, and lustrous hair whipping from side to side, the table under her damp with pooled perspiration and cunny juices. “There! Just -. Yessssss! Goddddddddddd! Oh fuckkkk yessssssss!”

“You like that don’t you?” Kennedy taunted. The dark-eyed Slayer’s right fist punched in and out of the restrained beauty’s sodden fuck channel and rammed into her g-spot with a force that only another Slayer could duplicate, the fingers of her left hand mercilessly twisting and pinching her throbbing clit, allowing her no respite from her pussy’s convulsions. “You dirty little skank!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Faith squealed, back arching and hips rising, as her twelfth climax crashed over her, juices spilling out of her clenching twat. The dark eyed beauty slumped wearily back onto the table, nubile body flopping spasmodically in her orgasm’s aftermath. “I’m a skank! Mistress’ dirty little skank! Skank! Skankkkkkkkkkkkkk!”

“You know it.” Faith’s owner pulled her fist out with a pop.

“Oooooh,” Faith moaned, her sexily-taut stomach undulating when her grinning owner began to rub her cum-slicked palm all over the busty slave’s flat midsection, giving her a depraved covering.

”You like that don’t you?” Kennedy mocked. “You like being treated like a tramp because that’s what you are.”

Faith raised her head off the table, nodded, and stared adoringly at her co-owner, one of the two women who gave her life meaning. “Yes Mistress, your tramp. Please use me.”

Kennedy smiled at her. “You’ve a good girl.”

“Have my girls been having fun?” Willow walked in through the back door. The red-haired witch walked over to Kennedy, took her cum-filled hand, raised it to her mouth, and began slowly licking the digits clean, every lick watched avidly by the two girls’ panting slave. Once she’d finished, Willow turned to her tamed pet and began playing with her pliant perkies, the witch’s skilled hands soon having the sex-crazed plaything squirming and whimpering in renewed arousal, arching her back and whining in wordless pleas for more depravity to be visited upon her slutty body.

“I think it’s time we had one of our games again,” Willow commented. The busty Slayer moaned in excitement. She did so like pleasing her owners and their friends. Willow smirked down at her, amused by her enthusiasm. “It’s time you met Wesley’s dad.”

Faith gulped, fear replacing arousal. What would Mr. Pryce snr. do to her? She’d been such a naughty little bitch, he could be allowed to take the most terrible liberties if that was her owners’ pleasure. After all, that was her place, to serve at their pleasure, however kinky, humiliating, or painful it was.

“Wasn’t his son Toy’s Watcher?” Kennedy queried as she continued to fondle the restrained Slayer’s twitching folds. “The one the disobedient slut tortured?”

“Yes he was,” Willow replied, “Toy caused him a lot of trouble, so now she’s going to give him a lot of pleasure to balance up the books. He’s a very important man in the Council now, so I’m sure he’ll appreciate your efforts. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to play with our whore. And remember,” Willow glared down at her, “he’s another person you wronged before you learnt your place. You have a lot to make up for.”

* * *

Violin music was playing in the background as Faith entered the dining room. The restaurant was illuminated by a gleaming chandelier above its solitary table, leaving the band and the bar in discrete shadows. All the furniture was as antique as the room’s only patron and her owner for the evening.

The short, goateed man was around seventy. Despite that, the man had an aura of barely contained energy that his perfectly made suit couldn’t hide. His flinty eyes suggested he was a hard bastard.

Faith was wearing a tied behind the neck black vinyl halter that was moulded to her high, round bosom, her nipples jutting outwardly in anticipatory excitement, and four inches of flat belly clearly visible. Her black mini had a white ruffle around its hem, and a frilly white apron fixed to its front.

The honey-hipped sexpot slinked over to the man, her movements impossibly graceful despite her four inch heels. “Hello sir.” The curvy Slayer’s voice trembled as she stared at Wesley’s father. Willow had explained just how naughty she’d been to Wes and had tormented her with threats of having Wesley’s father being given use of her in a medieval dungeon. This appeared to be alright, but with her all-powerful owner it could all change at a second’s notice. “How may I serve you?”

The man took a sip of his wine as he eyed her up, eyes coldly inspecting her like she was horseflesh to be ridden at will. The man placed his glass back onto the table’s white cloth. “You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

The curvy Bostonian’s heart-shaped lips parted in a smile. “Thank you sir.”

“As to what you can do.” The Englishman licked his lips, an hungry look entering his eyes. “I’d like to see your bristols, you dirty trollop.”

”Sir?” Faith queried, confused.

Roger smiled coldly. “Your tits, girl. I want to see your juicy melons.”

“Yes sir. At once sir.” Faith reached behind her neck and quickly unfastened her halter’s knot. The top fell to the shag-pile carpet, putting Faith’s firm, round melons on show, pushed out even further than normal by Faith putting her hands on her lower back and pushing out.

”Oh very nice.” Roger nodded before pulling his chair away from the table and patting his lap. “Come here so I can study those magnificent mammaries, there’s a good girl.”

”Yes sir.” Ebony eyes demurely lowered, Faith hurried over and perched on the man’s knee.

“Good girl.” The Watcher began stroking her well-muscled back with one hand and placed the other on her trim belly before slowly, gloriously, sliding it up to her fat jugs.

“Aaaah.” Faith shivered and moaned appreciatively when the Watcher began to softly kiss her bare shoulder, smooth flesh tingling as it was tickled by his facial hair. “Oooh.” Her whimpers increased as the man’s callused hand slid up her quivering belly to fondle, rub, and massage her pert titties, squeezing them until he was kneading at them, soft flesh slipping between his fingers. It was almost as if the aging Watcher was trying to memorise her young breasts by touch alone. And doing a damn fine job at it. “Oooooh.”

“You’re a pretty little thing,” the man murmured in her ear in-between long licks at her swan-like neck. The seventy year old pulled away and picked up his bottle of wine. “This is a fine vintage. One hundred pounds a glass. But I’d rather have a fit young tart like you.”

”Aaaah.” Another whimper escaped the nubile babe’s curved lips and her tits pimpled when the Englishman poured the bottle’s chilled contents all over her melons, the rouge sloshing down her ample hooters. “Yaaa!” Faith threw her head back and wailed when the laughing Watcher buried his head in her tits. The greying man’s beard rubbed and scratched against the sultry beauty’s tender jugs as his hot tongue licked and his mouth sucked up the vintage wine, clumsy teeth occasionally nicking her flawless flesh. “Sooooo good,” she whined.

Eventually the portly Englishman pulled away. “I’ve never had wine taste better,” the man declared before glancing at her mini. “Up with you. Let’s see the rest of you.”

”Yes sir.” The subjugated brunette jumped up, desperate to obey the aging Watcher, to make up for her previous unruly behaviour. Faith tore the Velcro tag on the mini’s waist open. The vinyl skirt slid down her lithely muscled legs to pool at her feet. Faith kicked the skirt away before hooking her fingers in her silver satin g-string.

”Wait.” Faith stared at the smiling Englishman. “Bend over the table in front of me.”

”Yes sir.” The Bostonian sex-toy obeyed immediately, bending over, pressing her still prickling boobs into the table-cloth, and tilting her seductively shaped behind up into the air.

”Um.” Faith wriggled when the elderly Watcher placed his callused palms on her satin-smooth legs and stroked his way up her hamstrings’ sensual curve. “That’s a bloody fine view,” the Englishman’s breath was hot on her almost naked butt. “Let’s feel if this arse feels as good as it looks.”

“Oh yes.” Faith whimpered and whined as she squirmed and Roger rubbed, squeezed, groped, and ran his palms up and down her deep ass, fingers digging deep into her mesmerising behind, as he continued his exacting and thorough examination of the fine piece of flesh before him.

“That is a peach of an arse,” the man complimented, Faith wriggled as she felt his bristles rub against her silken skin, her unblemished flesh pimpling as he breathed on her. And then his teeth sunk possessively deep into her perfect behind.

“Oh sir!” Faith squealed in delight as the man’s teeth pinched and devoured her round globes before pulling away.

“Ha!” the man slapped her bitten cheek, fleshy globe dancing gleefully under the impact. “I’ve eaten at the finest restaurants, been catered to by gourmet chefs, nothing ever tasted as succulent as that!”

“Thank you, sir.” Faith’s cheeks burnt at the praise. “Use me, sir,” she breathlessly pleaded. “Use me any way you want, please sir.”

“In a while, but first let’s be seeing that cunt of yours. Roll on your back.” Faith shuddered at the cultured Brit’s sudden coarseness before quickly obeying, the Englishman leering down at her nubile almost-nakedness. “Take the g-string off.”

“Yes sir.” Faith enthusiastically wriggled out of her g-string and spread her legs all the way apart. “Use me sir,” she repeated. “Ram your cock inside me, use me like the big-titted whore I am.”

”Oh it’s as pretty as the rest of you.” Faith moaned and groaned as the Watcher stroked his thumb over her clit, the nubbin twitching in gleeful response. The Watcher prised her quivering labia apart and blew onto her molten core, Faith wriggling with responsive delight. “So pink, tight, and bald, just like a virgin’s. But I’ll bet you’re not a virgin.”

It wasn’t a question, but the horny Slayer answered anyway. “No sir,” she panted, the sultry slave’s chestnut locks flew from side to side as she shook her head. “I’m just a fuck-hungry slut. I like to ride cock. I’d love to have your big dick inside me, using me like the hot whore I am.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” The Englishman smirked. “Because I want those lovely lips around my knob now.”

”Yes sir.” The naked beauty quickly dropped to her knees in front of the masterful Englishman. The Watcher reached out with one hand to stroke her lustrous mane while quickly unbuttoning his pants and dragging out a thick eight inches.

Ebony eyes fixed on the elderly man her owners had loaned her to the buxom brunette leaned forward until her lips were almost touching the proudly uptight fuckpole. Her tongue slid out and licked its way up and down his piss-slit, and then all around the tip. After getting and loving a taste, the enslaved Bostonian started to swipe her talented tongue all the way up and down the throbbing member before pulling away and taking Roger’s hairy berries in her mouth and sucking on them, her hand pumping the spit-covered cock.

”Oh yes, keep sucking my cock, you dirty, dirty girl.” Faith beamed at the breathlessly-delivered praise before allowing the man’s balls to drop from her mouth and beginning to tenderly kiss every inch of the well-endowed senior citizen’s cock, her luscious lips just brushing the quivering member. “Aaaah, that is so good.” The man grunted as the busty Slayer parted her lips and allowed his rod access to her hot mouth. Full lips closing around the pre-cum leaking tip, the brunette slut enjoyed the aged man’s appreciative moans. Then the dark-eyed tramp swallowed him all the way down, her tongue working the underside as her teeth gently scraped around the member, serving the aging Watcher with her young body. Breathing through her nose, Faith bobbed up and down, glossy mane snapping from side to side as she hungrily sucked the panting Englishman off. “Yes!” The Brit’s hot sperm filled her mouth as he came. The cum-ravenous hussy swallowed as much as she could, but some dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.

”That was very good sweetheart.” Roger stared down affectionally at the knelt slave that the Council used for their gratification. “Do you mind serving an old man?”

“I don’t care how old a cock is, just that it’s hard,” Faith honestly replied. “And yours is like a rock, I bet you can split me in half with that!”

“Well thank you,” Roger reached down and gave her pertly sat hooters a leisurely, possessive grope before leaning back with a sigh. “How about we put that theory to the test and you climb onto my cock?”

“Yes sir!” The curvy beauty beamed before jumping to her feet. The black haired beauty grabbed the man’s cum-slicked tool, pointed it at her moist twat and lowered herself onto it. “Ooooh.” The voluptuous brunette whined and moaned as her pussy lips parted before the cock, her cunny clenching around it, knowing full well she was banging a man almost five decades her senior, just because her owners had chosen to degrade her in this way and loving them for it. They were the best, just what a horny slut like she needed to keep her in line.

Faith didn’t stop until she was straddling the man, his cock deep inside her and his salvia-matted balls pressing against her. The naked beauty placed her hands on the Watcher’s shoulders while the Englishman pawed happily at her lushly tempting body. His palms rubbed up and down the sex-crazed Slayer’s slender thighs, stroked her glossy locks, and fondled her bouncing butt and jiggling jugs. All the time muttering lewdly approving comments about Faith’s charms and sexual prowess.

“Oh you’re so big!” The tantalisingly-titted brunette clenched her wettening cunny around the man’s rock-hard member, wriggling her pelvis around. Then she started to ride the man in earnest, short slow strokes at first, and then longer yet faster. Pulling out until only the tip was still inside, and then dropping all the way back in, his balls bouncing with the impact. The man responded by thrusting his hips up until the horny Slayer thought he was trying to split her in two. “Oh yes!” Faith muttered in the man’s ear as the friction inside her grew. “You know how to use that cock, you’re fucking me legless!”

The Watcher smirked before nipping her shoulder with his teeth. Then the sultry slave felt the man’s cock twitch inside her. “Bloody yes!” the Englishman roared, hands grabbing two handfuls of perfect ass and squeezing hard, as his cock spewed hotly inside the gyrating Slayer’s sopping cunny. “Bloody hell, what a screw!”

“Morrrre!” Faith screamed as she too began to come, the man five decades her senior sending the Council slut into orgasmic orbit. The horny beauty continue to ride the man, sweat flying off her nubile body as the two of them exchanged fluids, the juices spilling out of her cunny to splatter the Watcher’s meaty thighs. Faith continued to grind her wet pelvis into Roger’s crotch as the duo came down before leaning into the man tenderly kissing his face. “You’re not bad for an old man.”

The Englishman looked into the brunette’s doe eyes, cock already re-hardening inside her. “Turn around. I want to shag my fit young slapper again.”

Faith beamed at the demeaning words. That was just what she wanted to hear. “Yes sir!” Spinning around until her ass was facing the old man, his hands stroking her sweat-soaked back, the Slayer slut prised her labia apart, a milky blob falling out.

“Get on with it,” the Watcher ordered, voice gruff with impatience.

“Yes sir!” The subjugated seductress dropped herself onto the cock, leaned forward, and placed her hands on her knees. Her silken walls ensured the rod slid right back in. “Yeah, so fine.” This time Faith didn’t bother to build up a momentum. Rosebud lips parted in an alluring pout, long black mane swinging, and ample jugs bouncing, she danced up and down on the cock. “Yesss!” She loved the friction of the rod impaling her trembling twat. She didn’t care about the fifty years difference between her and her fucker, only that she was getting some, and in the process entertaining her owners.

Roger took the opportunity to grab two handfuls of heavenly ass and begin to fondle them, squeezing the perfectly round globes, smooth skin creasing at his mauling. “I’m going to fuck this fat arse next.” The Englishman muttered in her ear between kisses to her upper back. “I bet you like a good arse-shagging!”

“If it’s you doing the fucking, yes sir!” Faith panted as she bounced up and down the prominent pecker, her pussy clenching around it. “Yesss!” the voluptuous Slayer threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. “Yesss!” A second later and Roger’s prick exploded into her gushing hole, his old man cum filling her young twat.

For a second there was nothing but their pants. “Lie face down on the table,” the man ordered.

”Yes sir!” The once rebellious fighter climbed into position, full tits flattened against the table and firm butt tilted invitingly upwards. Faith reached behind and grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her anus’ puckered rosebud. “Ready when you are sir.”

“You’re a good girl.” The east coast sexpot’s curvy lips parted in an appreciative putt when Roger stroked her full locks. “Always willing.”

”Faaa.” The Slayer grunted as the man sunk his thick knob into her narrow shithole. The man pulled back and then slammed his hips forward until his balls were pressed against her pussy and his cock fully embedded in her proffered anus.

“So tight,” the Watcher muttered as he thrust in and out of her, his hands grabbing her bare shoulders and yanking her back, her jugs rubbing on the previously pristine tablecloth and forcing his rod even deeper than before. “Even better than her twat.”

“Thank you sir,” Faith mumbled, enjoying the pain and pleasure caused by the cock inside her. Most of all, taking her screwing like a girl who knew her place.

Some time later, the Englishman slowed down. “Oooooh!” He groaned as he came, hot cum spurting deep into her bowels. When he’d finished the man leaned down and licked the sweat off her glistening back while sliding his fingers up and down her ribcage. Finally the man popped his cock out of the beauty’s full ass and flipped her onto her side. “Would you like some more, you little tart?”

”Use me sir, I’m just a cheap tramp,” Faith begged.

“Ha!” The man laughed at her reply before lifting her top leg, re-inserting himself in her pussy and starting to slowly fuck her. From his position stood over her, Roger was ideally placed to stroke her belly, tousle her locks, maul her tits, grope her ass, and yank her clit while pistoning in and out of her trembling fuck channel, their mingled juices pooling on her slender thighs. The man came with a groan but was gentlemanly enough to continue until she moaned her release. Then he pulled out and walked over to her head, took a handful of her glossy locks and wiped herself clean on them. “You’re a fine little filly.”

The twenty-one year old slut stared up worshipfully at the seventy year old man. “Thank you sir. You were amazing.” If only Wesley had been like his dad. He knew what a tramp like her needed. A damn good fucking.